Who you calling a Witch?

She will dress with great style
And the seasons will mean
Much more to her
She of the green
Her pattern of realness
Her quiddity
The sum and substance
Is essentially

Honest to goodness
A trait of the good
She has much to offer
And all witches should
Have their hearts blood of fire
And their immanent soul
Qualitative knowledge
And a secretive role

They are forest fed
With the wisdom to see
To feel the deep fabric
And really to be
Aware of each sabbat
For equally she
Hears the cry of the wind
And fears not the free

You may feel a difference
Between her but she
Has a whole lot of loving
Creativity
The genuine article
Uncopied she
Uses magic and spellcraft
So that she may see

She has a music about her as well
A voice that will register
And she will tell
Through her reasoning power
And her true cerebration
And lateral thinking
And true contemplation

A constant desire
And a thirst to enquire
The truest observance
The light in the fire
Far sighted and wise
See how the wind blows
She is not one of those
With a wart on her nose

Story books might give descriptive attire
Of a craggy old hag
Who likes to breathe fire
But our present day witch
Is a goddess of thought
She is beautiful always
In how she does sport
Her magic and crafte
enchantment and charm
Otherworlds alchemy
And ethereal calm

I will not point fingers
At those who may say
That evil is following
Them day on day
Ignorance prejudice
Crimes of the mind
And blatant deceit
that becomes a great bind